Hotspot's Dilema: When is a Hero Not a Hero? (OPEN)

Only a few days back in America and Hotspot had already wished he hadn't come. He arrived too late to aid in the undead-attack which rendered a large portion of Jump City ravaged... and WHEN he arrived, he was met with... the government. As one of the Titans (as distant as he may be from them), he was instantly required to register his name, identity and other such sensitive information as it was now "policy." He had been... less than cool-headed regarding these demands... and even MORESO when he found out that the American government established a peace-keeping force of their own, under the belief that they had the RIGHT to take the place where the Titans still stand!

...Needless to say that Hotspot refused their... "offer" and before handcuffs could be withdrawn and weapons pointed, the young, hotheaded hero made his escape, blasting off towards town. He could have made a detour to Titan's Tower with the intent of learning HOW this madness started... But somehow... he didn't think that'd be good... For any of them. Hotspot's head BURNED with anger, outrage that people who had once called them "saviors" would so easily reject them with one major crisis, that these people BELIEVED there wouldn't come a time when damage would be sustained greater than heroes could deflect initially, that monsters would attack in such a way that the heroes wouldn't be able to take preemptive action... If he went there now... He had no doubt there would be a yelling-match... if not an outright fight.

...Hotspot needed some time by himself... With his hands folded by his side, BURNING streams of flame behind him, the hot-headed hero blazed across the ruined Slums of Jump City, surveying the damage... It looked almost like Mid-Town in places... but untouched by repair-teams. Finding a secluded perch atop a ruined church-tower, Hotspot slowly lowered himself down upon it's ledge, the flames ceasing as he rested them over his lap. His glowing white eyes gazing down at the empty, cold and dark streets of the slums, a place where nobody in their right mind would travel.

"What going on...?" He muttered, bringing a hand up to his face, his blazing-hot lips curled downward into a frown. "What did the Titans do? What DIDN'T WE DO? Haven't we done enough for these people?"

Absently reaching down towards his belt, Hotspot withdrew his communicator, his flame-hot thumb running over the bold, Silver "T" upon it's face. Maybe it was because they always did EVERYTHING behind-the-scenes. Nobody saw the important stuff they did... Brotherhood of Evil, Supervillains... They always took the fight to their lair where they risk their lives for a cause nobody really knows about. Hotspot's eyes narrowed as he flipped open the communicator with a flick of his wrist, various keys, a blank screen and a blinking blue light rested upon the face of the gadget. He had never used this since he got it, always being the one called from it rather than making calls himself. 'Titans Together...' Heh. Funny. Together with what...? The government of this place, country that should be the most accepting towards them considering this was where the Titans were based, no longer wanted them as free agents... They wanted their lives in their filing cabinets... Easily acquired information...

"...I wonder if they even know I'm here..." Hotspot mused softly, flicking closed the Titans communicator.

Being a living firebolt soaring through the sky wasn't exactly the most discreet method of travel. No doubt many eyes had fallen upon hero, one among them being of the feline variety. Catra hadn’t been on Earth for long, but was aware this sort of thing wasn’t normal for the inhabitants here. She didn't really find it startling though, where she came from magic just a reality. Hotspot however didn’t look like any stuffy wizard she had ever seen, nor did he appear to be a princess. So the idea of some more up close and personal research into the matter tickled her fancy.

She moved across the slums as if she had been born there, naturally traversing alleys and rooftops with an ease that came easy to her. While it wasn’t a simple task to keep pace with the flaming hero, keeping sight of him was almost too easy. When he has finally set down atop a large tower like structure, she made up the distance in no time at all.

Bounding off of a donate drop of box beside the building she shimmed up onto the roof, taking it all in. No outdoor access to the tower, but plenty of collapsed sections in which to slink inside and look further… She peered up at the high rise structure, half in ruins. She could find her own way, faster. Slowly she circled the tower, gauging which side Hotspot was closest to by the light he was emitting from high above. When he started talking, even though it was to himself, her feline ears perked, twitching as they could pick it up even from this distance.

She hummed thoughtfully to herself, stepping up to the wall, flicking her wrists as her claws extended outward. Digging her nails into the stonework she climbed, mindful of where she could grab and where she needed to actually claw her way up, moving deceptively fast for just how quiet she was being. She had reached the top just in time to watch him handle the small communicator, peering over the lip of the tower with a quiet curiosity, ears drawn back over the top of her head. It looked familiar, like things she had seen back home, but so did many of the devices she encountered on earth so far, so it was hard to tell if it was what she assumed it was.

“I’d be surprised if they didn’t. You are hard to miss.” Catra pulled herself up, coming to perch in a crouch upon a railing opposite Hotspot, her tail swishing lazily behind her. She was smirking, one of her fangs on display as she watched him through curious multicolored eyes. She of course had no idea of who he was talking about though, but it wasn’t as though he knew that. She would play along for as long as she could, perhaps some information could be gleaned from this. If worse came to worse, she wound consider trying to swipe his communicator to get a closer look herself.

Hotspot was so deep inside his own head, he did not notice the cat-person following him down below until she was right in his searing-hot face, his white-eyes flicking up at look into the stranger's... his expression burning as hot as the flames that covered it. In one swift movement, Hotspot JUMPED to his feet, leaning back upon the ledge he now stood upon, his communicator snapping back onto his belt with one quick motion of his arm! This girl was unknown to him, her mutation... feline. The way she looked at Hotspot, almost like a playful predator with her target in her sights. Instantly, the hero's walls went up, his surprise being the fuel for his anger, his inability to identify her instantly making him suspicious as if she were a clear threat... Obviously, he couldn't just... BLAST her (despite what his instincts would have him believe), but he didn't have to be her friend either. It was obvious he wanted to be alone, even if he wasn't the most... discrete when it came to his mode of transportation. His expression, the overt sense of loathing radiated from Hotspot paired with his intense flames, his tight, restricted body-language communicating nothing less than protective anger.

He was on guard... This cat better not try anything funny.

"The hell are you?" Hotspot asked sharply, off-put by the woman's greeting. How much did she hear? How much did she know? Jumping from a sort of cold contemplation to a BURNING suspicion didn't fare well for one's emotional state... and didn't exactly make the hero a trusting sort... especially when the person in question stared at Hotspot like he were her snack...

"Actually, you know what? Never mind." He growled, disregarding his own question before Catra could answer. "I don't really care what you are. Leave me alone, alright? I have thinking to do. Please." Can't forget to be polite. His mother had taught him well, you see. With a huff, his breath hotter and drier than that of a desert in the middle of the summer, Hotspot would back away off the edge and onto the flatter, more spacious roof of his building, putting some space between himself and the cat-girl... Just in case her motives were less than stellar.

Catra cocked her head curiously at the jump she had gotten from the fiery fellow that stood before her, remaining oddly unmoved by the potential threat he loses to her well being. Her smirk only grew, features illuminated by the intense glow radiating off of Hotspot. She was amused, clearly, but also content to remain here and test her luck. This oddity in front of her was worthy of some added observation… and the current cold weather sweeping California meant this tower was one of the best seats in the house, like curling up by a roaring fire.

She didn't attempt to respond right away, it wasn't that she didn't care to have an open dialogue with the stranger, it was more of a show of control. She would speak when she wanted, not when demanded to, a clear sign she wasn't going to be intimidated. He made a nice show of seeming dangerous, perhaps he was if push... But she didn't think he had it in him to try and attack her over a jump scared and a smirm. At the request to leave, she instead slipped onto her side, lounging across the length of the wooden rail, testing the limits of his patience. Her tail flicked playfully as it dangled, eyes never leaving her new acquaintance.

"You're certainly a charmer, aren't you, Hot Stuff." Catra let out a small groan, streeeeetching herself out a bit before situating herself more comfortably, clearly settling in for the long haul. "Sounds to me like you could use a friendly ear." Her own feline ears perked, twitching a bit at the tip as she waved her tail at his general direction.

"I'm something of an expert at being underappreciated, so maybe I can help." She rested her cheek on her shoulder, giving Hotspot a small wink and a more genuine smile than her catlike smirk had been. "I'm Catra by the way… you might want to be a bit more tactful than asking "what you are" when meeting new people, especially when you're a giant matchstick yourself. But… I can put that behind me, so, you're welcome for the free advice and the forgiveness."

The cat-girl wouldn't respond to Hotspot's non-inquiry right away, leaving the hero even more aggravated! The way she stared at him... her wordless, stupid stare... It got under his skin... His glowing-hot body began to flicker with the tiniest flares of flame dancing along the top of his head, his lips curling back in an angered snarl! So, she wanted to play GAMES, huh? He had a game for her... Were he not committed to being a hero, he might've just shown her how HOT hot-potato could GET!

Turning his back on her, Hotspot's arms would begin to flare, transmuting into something resembling a Jet's combustion growing bigger... louder... pushing against the stone of the roof-top... before the girl spoke! Instantly, Hotspot froze, GLARING over his shoulder as the girl said his name... or something close-enough to it for him to be uncomfortable! Who was she...? Did she actually know who he was...? Had they met before? Something wasn't right here and it was adding to his already mounting frustrations! In an almost backhandedly generous offer to lend herself to his aid, the woman introduced herself as "Catra", a name so blatantly appropriate with the get-up she chose that it bordered on being artificial.

...This coming from a "Matchstick" like Hotspot but the hot-headed hero was ignorant to his own internal hypocrisy.

"You want to start something?" He growled, turning FULL circle to face her again, his hands reforming as he pointed a finger in her direction. "...Because I'm not in the mood for your games-" He paused, noting the difference in her smile... Now it was genuine, honest... perhaps even warm, replacing that smug, self-satisfied smirk she wore before... Hotspot's glowing eyes widened slightly in confusion... before shaking his head in an effort to clear it.

"What do you want?" He continued with an exasperated sigh, the flames upon his body cooling, leaving it barren. He lowered his hand... instead deciding to cross his arms, unsure what to think. "...I don't believe its because you thought I need 'a friendly ear.'"

While it was true Catra, given the right situation, was just as easy to rile as Hotspot, she had come into this encounter with a clear head and an eagerness to learn. It was possible she was ignorant to just how dangerous the young hero could be with his pyrotechnics, certainly, but given he didn't know her, perhaps she knew he was one of the good guys. Regardless of what she knew, which she hadn't seemed to be volunteering to share, she seemed very much in her element as if there was no threat here.

"Start something?" She inquired with a wide eyed innocent to her that made it hard to tell if she was who he had come to that conclusion or was being sarcastic. Sher shit her body upon the railing, laying her back across the beam. One leg came up and over, crossing over top of her knee to rest over top of it, bobbing lightly as if she was listening to a tune in her own head. She folded her hands behind her head, turning just enough to keep eye contact with the young hero.

"You know, you don't need to be in such a rush to judge… like the rest of them." She had an inkling, based on what she had overheard and her own experiences this far on Earth, this guy would stick out in a crowd. It was clear he was emotional, perhaps even vulnerable, so playing with a reasonable fear of rejection from the masses to find some common ground between them we like a good call. "People like us should be working together, not letting them tear us apart."

"Well, yeeeeah, I didn't see the shooting star come falling down on a tower with the intentions of having a heart to heart, but here we are." She told her shoulders lightly into a shrug, her tail swished underneath her to loop back around and rest across her midsection. Catra closed her eyes, wiggling a bit in her reclined position to scratch her back against the grain of the wood.

"I get burning bridges might be your whole thing, but maybe try walking across it first before erupting... You're not scared of me, are you?" The femme feline's lips formed a mischevious little smirk, one blue eye opening up to peer at Hotspot with amusement. "You're literally on fire. What am I going to do, dump a bucket of water on you? Lighten up… pff ha hah… lighten up." She snickered softly at her own unintentional pun.

Again, Catra established that she knew more about Hotspot's situation than she should have, being a stranger and something that... vaguely resembled a human. With a face innocent, yet... not, Catra chastised the young hero for his explosive, accusatory remarks, commenting how he shouldn't ostracize those that he didn't understand... like the government did to him... At that, Hotspot's eyes widened again, his mouth opening as if to say something... but no sound escaped his lips. Damn it, she had a point... but that was the problem. Had she been following him? Did she watch as those officials threatened to put him in cuffs simply because of his self-obtained status of being a hero? There was so much that Hotspot was clueless about, that he didn't understand... and he didn't like it. Not. One. Bit. Problems this big, strangers walking up to him, trying to be his friend... With every word she spoke, Hotspot was growing more and more torn between making a BREAK for Titan's Tower... or actually relaxing and listening to what this woman had to say.

...And that conflict was riling him up inside...

"I don't even know what you are... let alone if you're like me at all." Hotspot commented dubiously as Catra commented on their similarities. "...And so what if you are? I barely hang out with people I KNOW, let alone 'people like us.'"

Even if Hotspot's exterior remained as hot, burning and suspicious as his epidermis, his mind was spinning... thrown through loops, unable to get a solid read on this girl for better or for ill! Sometimes, she seems so innocent and docile, such as when Hotspot throws an accusation her way... and then finds her strength, her control. when she counters his accusations. It was like she was wearing two faces, one to lure him in... and then another to SMACK him for daring to think of her as anything less than what she presented with the first one. Hotspot's jaw clenched, his body-temperature increasing a few-dozen degrees as he struggled to make sense of Catra, his hot-blood demanding he just blast her and get it over with!

Catra commented how he was better off maintaining bridges rather than burning him (joking at his expense), before asking if the big, bad hero was afraid of little ol' her! Hotspot didn't respond right away... in fact, he didn't respond at all verbally! No, instead, the air surrounding Hotspot would rise in temperature even more, growing drier, blistering almost, his temperature rising in consort with his anger! She was MOCKING him! On top of all of these uncertain readings and this... he had just about enough of this girl!

"You know what?" Hotspot growled, cutting the woman off before she could protest her innocence again... and doing the exact opposite of what Catra suggested. "I'm DONE playing nice. How about you get lost before I get angry?" To make his point, Hotspot uncrossed his arms and instead, pointed them RIGHT at the cat-woman, their shape seeming to warp into spiraling pillars of flame!

This one was touchy. She supposed it was fitting given the whole fire motif he had going. A bit of back and forth banter with him was proving to be fun, for her at least. Pushing his buttons wasn't hard, though she wasn't really trying to drive a wedge between them, just test the limits. When he saw fit to threaten her again with a bit more show of fanning flame, it was time to deescalate the situation. It would have been simple enough to just leave, but she wanted to know more. About Earth, about weirdos like him, and about that tech device he had. Those wouldn’t just fall in her lap.

Catra slipped her hands out from behind her head, holding them up in clear view as a show of no hostilities on her end. With a soft grunt she sat herself up, twisting on the railing to let her legs slip over the side facing Hotspot. Even with her intentions of keeping things peaceful, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at his claims of no longer playing nice… as if he had been doing that at all from the start. Behaving was starting to become a chore.

He had her full attention now as she stared at his arms as if looking down a barrel of a gun, blinking her multicolored eyes. Her ears tucked back, presenting a more sympathetic look about her as if an animal being scolded unjustly. It was an act of course, but she had this sort of kitty eyed innocence nailed since she was little, it came easy for her. No sudden moves from her, to be sure, but she lowered her hands to grip the side of the tower, getting ready for a fast retreat if needed. No more joking with this one. Noted.

“Alright… I guess I misjudged you. I just came up here for a chat, not a barbecue.” Okay, so maybe one more joke… though she put no emphasis on the wording so it came across as more of a sad admission than a jab at Hotspot. “If you really want me to go, I’ll take off. I was just trying to help.” All those bleeding heart saps back home were always going around gushing to strangers about being so nice and selfless. She could easily see Adora or Sparkles saying this stuff… she had suffered their goodie goodie nonsense enough to pick up on that.

Hotspot got a dark sense of contentment now that this woman finally got what he was trying to establish. If his hostility didn't make it clear and the ever escalating temperatures was only an indication of discomfort, the fact he leveled his heat-blasts at his foe was enough to get the cat-girl to consider a meaningful retreat. She almost seemed dejected, commenting on how she should just... you know... LEAVE, not wanting to be a human(?) barbecue, lamenting all the while that she just wanted to talk. Gosh... It'd almost be sad if the girl hadn't revealed how much she already KNEW about him! If it had been anyone else... Starfire or Robin, Hotpot would have let them sit down, that they could discuss whatever this world was coming to. Someone he'd known would have been significantly less disturbing... But the fact this girl knew who he was, what his problems were, what DOMA was...

"...Good." Hotspot would lower his arms as the cat-girl conceded her ground, his arms slowly reforming back into their fingered shape. It was almost... disheartening to see the woman go, though... the tone in her voice, the way she looked at him like a kicked dog. Maybe... Maybe he was letting his emotions get the better of him... Hotspot was known to be explosive, to lose his temper when it... perhaps wasn't warranted... This wasn't what a hero was supposed to be, right...? He wasn't just supposed to brush people way because they were... weird...

"I... Look. I'm sorry I... Today's been stupid..." Hotspot grumbled, his temperature dropping again... almost low enough so that his flaming aura almost completely dissipated! He... damn it... he felt like an idiot... "You're name's Catra, right? What do you know... about what's going on in this city?"

Catra had started to sloooowly lean back, making it seem like she was in the process of leaving, creating that illusion Hotspot was about to miss out on his last chance to change his mind. Sure enough, playing victim seemed to put him on the back foot and conceded that maybe this wasn’t the right thing to do. Yeah, that was about what she expected. It was nice to know people were just as gullible here as they were in Etheria. She eased back to sitting up straight, kicking her feet idly as the young hero across from her simmered out to a less hostile image of his former self.

“It’s alright. I can be a bit...well, me, I guess... I can’t really blame you for wanting me to go away.” Even now she was siphoning as much sympathy as possible, pushing the blame for Hotspot’s brash rise to hostility on herself rather than him. Nothing quite as nice as playing the victim. Her ears perked not at the immediate threat has been subdued, idly twitching as she took in the sounds of the cityscape around them while they spoke, mindful of any extra visitors they may attract. If she had seen him flaming across the sky, others may have as well. This rooftop meeting was one thing, but being caught with this guy, when she didn't know anything about him or who he associated with, was another can of worms she wasn't keen on opening just yet.

“Catra, yup.” Reinforcing her name, pressing the fact she was a person. It was the small simple details like this that made her good at tugging at people’s strings when called for. While lying came as easy to her as breathing, it helped in this instance she didn’t have a reason to be dishonest about his inquiry.

“Not much. I just got here really. It hasn’t been exactly inviting.” She canted her head slightly to the side at the end there, letting her last statement fall to a monotone as she looked directly at Hotspot. There was no hostility there, but a reminder that up until now he was likely included in that negative camp given their interactions thus far.

“That’s why I’m so keen on meeting a friendly face or two.” Her posture perked a bit though, getting away from presenting an air of judgement, showing him that she wasn't taking this too personal to be be unable to look past it. She had dealt with worse people and stigma before, this was like a walk in the park with a California wildfire in the distance. No problem.

Hotspot said nothing as the woman blamed herself for the hero's aggressive behavior, commenting how she could be a little too much herself sometimes... whatever that meant. But no, The fault was truly his own, going off at someone who was mildly suspicious at worst... and just knowledgeable at best. He really had to get ahold of his temper before he blasted someone who didn't deserve it...

...Though, what Catra said next didn't help matters...

...Or, should I say, she didn't say anything at all, the amount of information she had being less-than or equal to Hotspot's himself! Well... wasn't THAT a waste of breath. The Flaming-Hot hero's eyes narrowed not in suspicion... but in frustration, his chest expanding in a loud huff, aggravated... Damn it, he was really going to have to fly to Titan's Tower if he was going to get the full story wasn't he...? Bah. In all honesty, that was the LAST place he wanted to visit right now... Though he respected them, he didn't consider himself on the BEST-OF-TERMS with the team... at last, not as well as some of the others were. That one day he and the rest of the "Honorary Titans" met at the Tower after the defeat of the Brotherhood of Evil, Hotspot had seen how cordial everyone else was, how friendly... EVEN JINX, A FORMER CRIMINAL, was talking it up more than he!

...Perhaps his worries were unjustified... Perhaps he was just being stupid... It didn't shake the bad feeling he had, though.

"...Yeah, I just got here too." Hotspot remarked, rubbing the back of his head thoughtfully. "I have no idea what DOMA is or why they're putting cuffs on heroes..."

Catra remarked that her alone-ness among a people that were appearing to grow more hostile! ...On some level, Hotspot could relate... A loner by nature, he wasn't much of a people-person but... there was no denying it felt reassuring to know that SOMEONE would come when you needed to call them.

"Yeah... I know that..." He muttered, shaking his head as if to hide the particular increase in heat along the sides of his face! "Look... It's not going to get any better anytime soon, I don't think. Do you have anywhere to stay or... something...?"

She held back a small snicker from sneaking out at his admission he was in a similar boat to her. If only he knew how wrong he was on that end of things. It was pretty clear to her that Hotspot had some greater stakes where this city was concerned. While that left her as as one curious kitten, she knew better than to ask about too many things without them coming up naturally.

So DOMA were apparently some group of people potentially trying to lock up "heroes". Good to know. She assumed then that Hotspot was one of those self proclaimed good guys, not that she hadn't already thought as much. It was helping to piece what he had said earlier together a bit better.

Catra hopped down off the rail, lifting her arms over her head to give a good stretch again. This had already been a worthwhile investment of her time regardless of what happened next. Her ears perked at the final question, the right one twitching slightly as she trained her eyes on Hotspot. One brow raised aloft, she regarded him silently as she picked apart the potential of the offer he might be about to make.

"Me? No… I'm all on my own." She put a hint of sadness in her voice, continuing to string the young hero along as if she was some helpless little thing that could use saving. She didn't have a place of her own in truth, but she didn't really care. Roughing it on the streets hadn't been difficult nor unwelcome, not after living in the Fright Zone all her life. No reason not to take advantage of the kindness of strangers, especially when she had something to gain.

Catra took a small step forward, clasping her hands behind her back. She feigned innocence again, giving him that same puppy dog eyed look, tilting her head slightly. "Why do you ask?"

Hotspot couldn't help but find the woman cute in the same way a normal person would find a cat cute... There was no... attraction to it, but an instinctual need to protect such a seemingly innocent and defenseless creature, all those stretches and gestures seeming to replicate all the behaviors of such an animal. Even the way she looked at her, with eyes that seemed to glimmer in the light of the evening, wide and innocent, her voice dripping with sadness... Even Hotspot's burning heart was beginning to cool! He found himself succumbing very much to his human instincts, his need to at least HELP her have somewhere safe to live! Nowhere... like this...

He didn't even need to look around to determine the poverty of this part of town... The smell was indicator enough: Garbage, dung, smoke from fires that used old and dead things as fuel... the ruined buildings and homeless folks along the ground were simply... details that added context to the truly horrifying devastation that was this part of town... It was almost hard to believe that THIS was Jump City!

...A city of wonders and Metahumans... and now a considerable portion of it was dedicated to the economically forlorn and the homeless.

"Well..." Hotspot mumbled, glancing in the direction of Titan's Tower... then back at Catra... Ah, geez... the EYES he was getting... "There's a place a little ways out of town over the bay... Ever hear of the Teen Titans? Well... I think I might be able to convince them to lend you a room for the evening... maybe. Get you out of this... hell."

"Yeah, sure. Who hasn't heard of them?" She deserved an ocsar for this performance, really. Perhaps one of her more inspired bouts of improv, just going off of things Hotspot had said and working them into a narrative that was making him from starting out a hostile to  being her personal hero.

She didn't know much about the Titans themselves, but had followed his eyes to the distant tower when he had looked. The giant "T" was a bit of a giveaway too. So these people were a bunch of of the good guy types. She could dig that, no better place to lay low than among the people you were less likely to ever be seen with. Besides, if she did get in good with these people and another one of the rebels showed up here too… or Adora, it would be her word against theirs, better to get the leg up now.

"Wow… you really think you could do that for me? You just be a really important friend if you could manage something like that. I'd definitely owe you…" They had been chatting long enough now that Catra decided the personal space she had been giving him was more or less forfeit, walking by the young hero to peer off the tower from his side. She gave his side a playful whack with her tail in passing, flashing him a smirk.

"I knew I made a good choice wishing on the shooting star." She put on a big smile… but inside she died a little. Being this sickly sweet was starting to get to her. She had the sudden urge to just to vomit in her own mouth after that. She  really hoped he appreciated all this heaped on gratitude she was shoveling on him because it was hard work on her part to keep from ruining her guise.

Hotspot's lips tightened just a bit as the woman-cat Catra walked in close to him, her tail dexterously running along his torso as if carefully avoiding his exposed arms and face. No doubt she could feel the heat radiating off of him like the flames of a bonfire. One wrong touch could send her soft, well-kept fur aflame... and he made a point of avoiding such a tragic fate! Lifting his arms just a bit to keep the apendage of that which would burn it, Hotspot would shrug heavily as the woman remarked on HOW MUCH she would owe him if he could get her a room for the night!

...In all honesty, it wasn't an offer he would make if he felt had any other choices. With the greeting he got upon entering Jump-City boundaries, it wasn't likely that he would get very far in modern society before being met with those thugs again! As much as he wanted to burn them, to push them out of his way to get where he needed to go... He wasn't going to start a fight he couldn't win... Not yet, anyway. They haven't shot at him or openly attacked him yet... and he didn't want to push his luck if he didn't have to. Asking Robin and the others for help, though...? He DOUBTED they'd push him away... but he didn't much expect them to be happy with what he'd be bringing to their front door either. Strangers weren't exactly welcome when every criminal and their WHOLE extended family was out for your heads.

...Now he was offering to try and convince them why they should let one into their home... God, he was starting have second thoughts about this... Thoughts he couldn't voice.

"Don't get too excited." Hotspot was quick to respond, turning to face Catra as she walked passed him, singing his praises like a song-bird. "I can try to get you a room... but the Titans aren't a charity. You... might need to help me... to get the them to understand you, you know."

He sighed heavily.

"....But we can try... Can you... I don't know... fly or something...? Or do you need me to carry you....?"